So I live in the UK, just up north, near the border of Scotland. I was in a boy scout group at the time because my parents wanted me to be more active. I was used to being in forests though, because my dad and my Grandad would take me and my brothers out regularly. Anyways, we went on a 7 day camping trip further up north, (about 4 hours away from my home.) The campsite was small, and no other group/person was on it. Me and my friend Olly were in a tent together, and we’d just finished setting up our tents at about 6:00pm when the sky was getting dark. We ate our dinner, then started a campfire to roast some marshmallows. At about 8:30-9:00pm, we were all a bit tired, so we decided to just lay round the fire and star gaze, as there wasn’t any light pollution near us, so we could see lots of stars. It was at this time that I saw it. I was chatting to Olly, when he suddenly stopped. He said to me; “hey..What is that..?” He pointed towards the sky, inbetween a few stars. There was a glowing red object, shaped almost like a bullet flying quite fast in a zig-zag movement. One of our leaders was a member of the RAF for 6 years, so he new that no ordinary human space/aircraft could move that fast in that way. Anyways, we all went to sleep, quite traumatised after the supposed UFO. Olly was scaring me, saying they’re going to eat your brains, so I was even more paranoid. (Keep in mind this was 2001, and I was a anxious little 12 year old.) At about 2:00am, I woke up. There was light rain pattering off my tent, but there was another sound. A small Grunting sound coming from the forest to the left. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was shaking, almost in tears. I heard the creature slowly wander past the tents, then silence. I eventually fell back to sleep, terrified. The next morning, I faked sickness, to get home, which worked. When the rest of the group returned home, Olly went on about how he heard something, the 3rd night I was gone, that sounded like a small grunting. I told him that was the sole reason I left camp early, and we never spoke about it since that day. Me and Olly still speak sometimes through Discord, but he or I have never brought up that topic. I always wonder what the strange UFO in the sky was, and what the unexplained noises outside my tent were. Was it sign of extraterrestrial life or was it just my imagination..? Will I ever know?
One night it was a summer night i forgot if i was 10 or 9 maybe 11 i forgot. I decided to stay up till i got really tired, big mistake. Before leaving for Denver we watched a paranormal show and one of the things it showed was the men in black.
I’m not talking about the MIB that you have seen in movies I’m talking about the real ones.
They are kinda like an FBI group that comes after you have seen a dark tall blue eyed glowing alien. They ask you questions about what you saw and your reactions. Anyways its about 2:30 by now and I remember the show suddenly and how one women describes her encounter.
Before we begin, it’s important to stress that I am not racist. While the Romani people did put a terrible curse on me and my descendants I don’t blame them for this. Heck if I had the power of casting hexes I would use it a plenty. I sure know enough people deserving of a good curse. I might say a few risque things in this story but they are all aimed at individuals not at ethnic minorities. In conclusion, I am not racist.
We humans think we have the world all figured out. We know that after night there must come day. We know we eat plants, we know we use cars to travel fast. We know there are 7 colours. But what happened to me changed these fundamental laws forever. Specifically there are only 6 colours now as a gypsy gave me daltonism, which is color blindness, that’s what this story is about.
Ever since I was a toddler I had been able to see all the colours. I would take great pride in impressing the teachers by discerning and naming each. My skill at identifying colours remained at peak levels throughout most of my youth. Keep that in mind as I take you back deep to that fateful day in my teenage years when it all came to an end (I was sexually aware at this point so it’s not weird if I call people sexy, okay). The carnival, which had an alien motif this year, had set up out of town and my parents thought it would be nice to take me and my cousin Dillian there. I would normally never say this about my parents but they were very fucking wrong this time, it wouldn’t be nice at all. My dad insisted me and my cousin rode in the trunk as the car was technically a display model and he wasn’t allowed to drive it for personal purposes. His fiat dealership was in hot trouble already and he couldn’t afford to get caught breaking the code of conduct. While he could pretend mom was just a customer he had taken for a test drive, the presence of two children would have been a dead give away that something fishy was going on. So there is was laying face down in the trunk, my crotch dangerously close to my cousins crotch. I suggested lying head to toe so that we wouldn’t have our junks so close together anymore. My cousin, Dillian, had too much hubris to even try my suggestion and just kept lying there like a very stupid piece of shit. I was in the trunk for a very long time only periodically hearing muffled, yet very loud, screaming coming from the cabin of the car. Only God knows how much time passed before Dad pulled me and Dillian out of the trunk, but it was decently long at least.
Let’s start off with that im pretty big person not in wide more tall ok lets get started with the story. This happend a weak ago it was cold out so i wasn’t planning staying out there for long then i finally decided to go back inside I heard a branch snapped behind me spun around and saw a tall pale figure big black ice long sharp claws and it was bleeding there is a huge hole it’s the area of its body and it just said what planet am I on I said Earth and it just looked like it was scared when I said it before I was here asking another question it bolted to Into the Woods and I never saw it again
I was young, like second grade young. One of my mother’s friends had come over and she brought her son, and he in turn brought one of his friends. They were both older; My mother’s son his name is David if I remember right was probably mid to late teens, and his friend who we’ll call John because I can’t remember his name was probably preteens or so.
Now I should say that I used to live in a giant igloo, well my house was white and shaped like an igloo, set in the woods a bit. A parking space for roughly 5 cars to the right of the house near the garage which is connected to the basement the house was set into a steep hill, probably 45° or steeper I don’t remember. And surrounding the house was woods.
It was dark probably 9pm or later and the we, David, John, and I, were bored so I had the idea, Hide and seek!
This story isn’t too serious or really even that long.
It was April and it was a Friday night. It was a really nice night outside so my mom, little brother, and little sister decided to go for a night drive and maybe go get some ice cream.
We lived in NOVA (Northern VA). So there is a lot of light pollution so you can’t really see too many stars; however, there are a lot of planes in the sky because we live fairly close to the Dulles airport.
So we head towards the car. We get to the minivan and my little sister gets in the car and I start to buckle my little brother in his car seat. Now the time it took for us to get from the front door to the car I was looking at the night sky like I usually do when I go outside at night. Always hoping to see something. Now on this particular night I had a weird vibe and saw something in the sky that just seemed off. I couldn’t make out what it was since it was dark but I knew it was there. I decided it was just a plane.
Recently, me and my best friend Kevin, who saved me from that humanoid canine creature a while back went driving on some back roads for fun, looking for abandoned houses.
The dogman encounter was in the back of my mind at this point. We found an abandoned house in the woods in rural Tennessee. We went inside.
The place was absolutely trashed. Alcohol bottles everywhere, a bong someone probably forgot, torn up furniture, smashed T.V.
Hello I’m a fan of yours when I wrote this I was thirteen though I still might be 13. My name is Devon and Aliens scare me the most. Enough about my self time to get into the story.
I lived In if, I remember right Jacksonville Florida in a suburban area and this confused me because I asked around if anyone saw the bright light from what I assume was a the alien craft.
So of course no one else saw it cause you know how these stories go. When this happened I was 11 years old and almost every night I would hardly get any sleep because of my pparinoua. I wwould beg my dad soo I could stay with him almost every night if a could sleep in his room, but the answer was always no. So when I went to bed (or I tried too). I lied in bed for about 3 hours, it was about 1 am.
The story I’m about to tell you is actually about two separate events, but given the subject matter and the fact that both took place in the same location, I usually think of them as two parts of the same story.
Anyway…I grew up in a small town on the southern Oregon coast. The beaches there are beautiful, but given the cold, wet climate, they’re usually only frequented by sight-seers and bored locals. The most popular of the local beaches is Sunset Bay State Park, or, as the locals refer to it, ‘Sunset Beach’.
It’s not a large beach…but it’s beautiful there. There are tide-pools to explore, countless nature trails and hiking paths, barbecue areas, a campground, etc. Having grown-up there, though, I eventually began thinking of the beach as a cold, wet, windy place that was often an awful place to visit. Still…in an area with nothing to do, I often got dragged to the beach by friends who, for some reason, still enjoyed it there.
I wasn’t one to believe in the paranormal such as ghots or aliens;but one night in late October changed my entire point of view. It was around ten or eleven at night when we were returning home from our grandparents house when we noticed some lights blinking above the mountain.
My sister, let’s say Lucy, was saying it was probably some airplanes coordinating with one another since we did live by a nearby private airport. I watched as the lights made a sequence of red, green, blue, and white pulses before joking that it was probably aliens coming to abduct us. Lucy and I luaghed. We came to our neighborhood and drove along our road;which wasn’t maintained due to the weather and extreme heat we received. We jostled over cracks, potholes,and uneven pavement in the black ford that Lucy drove.
We came to a stop at the dirt lot next to our driveway where the truck was parked when not in use. The one good thing about our house that was nice, was the silence and room we had. To our left was our neighbors and to our right was endless, uninhabited desert. The only house that was out in the desert was the neighbor who lived past where the road transitioned into a dirt path, which was four hundred yards away from us. I looked up at the lights again as Lucy began turning the truck around to back it up into the dirt lot.